Immobile
by
Immobile they stood
for decades
Gleaming figurines behind
the tinted glass door of a
China cabinet
Fractures, chips, bruises,
long forgotten
I could point to them, whenever
Ripe age, however, affords many
unexpected reunions:
One roused, one roared,
one brushed past,
another gape-eyed stared--
this cast
Deception
Delusion
Expedience
Indifference
I slammed the door shut,
impelled my back against it,
bit my lip:
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